The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.
Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
The mind is a monkey, hopping around from thought to thought, image to image. Rarely do more than a few seconds go by in which the mind can remain single-pointed, empty.
The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.
The mind can be but full. It will be as much filled with a small disagreeable occurrence, having no other, as with a large one.
If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.
As long as my body is in shape, my mind is working at its full capacity.
The mind is like the stomach. It is not how much you put into it that counts, but how much it digests.